Today I went out to a movie for the first time since my surgery. I saw Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri instead of Thor: Ragnarok, partly because I figure Thor is likely to be around for a while, while Three Billboards may prove a little more transient, at least as far as convenient showtimes go. I drove up to the Alamo Drafthouse and cashed in my free birthday movie with… 5 whole days to spare. (Also affecting my decision: I decided to go somewhat spur-of-the-moment, and by the time I got to the theatre the showing of Thor had already started.)
Three Billboards was really good, but, as will come as probably no surprise to anyone who has seen the rest of Martin McDonagh’s filmography, a hell of a downer in spots. I probably should’ve picked the (doubtless more upbeat) Thor for my maiden voyage, but such is life.
As you can guess from all of that, I’m healing up, though the healing process–which started out at an incredible pace–has plateaued somewhat. I am still getting better, it’s just moving a lot more slowly than it did for the first couple of weeks. Still, making it out to see a movie is a pretty good step. Next up, getting a haircut, painting my nails, and maybe, if I’m really ambitious and really lucky, making the trip to go see the Ray Harryhausen exhibit at the Science Museum Oklahoma sometime in the next week, before it packs up. (Given how long it took to get to today, though, I’m not exactly holding my breath.)
Still, I’m a lot better today than I was this time last month, so I’ll take what I can get. Grace has also been doing better, though there may be surgery of one kind or another lurking in her future, as well, and we’re waiting for some diagnostics to get a better idea of where that’s all headed. Still, things are stable for now, and given how the last few weeks have been, I’ll take stable.
I’m still behind on a lot of stuff, but I’m catching up. I took down the Halloween decorations just before Thanksgiving, with Jay’s help, and I put up some of the Christmas decorations yesterday because the weather was pleasant. I was able to make it out to have Thanksgiving dinner with Jay and the rest of my adopted family, which was really nice. We had little place cards with our names on them, and spaces on the back to write things we were thankful for, and I found that, in spite of, or maybe because of, how rough it’s been, I had a lot. This whole thing has made me a lot more grateful for some of the things that I might easily take for granted at other times. Hopefully I can hold onto at least a little of that as I heal up.